The Vision of a Broken Home

by

Eddie Tacub

It’s freezing cold as I awoke
The crack of dawn ready to approach
I wake up once again looking like death
I can no longer tell that I have morning breath
A beam of sunlight creeps through a little corner of the cardboard box
Another morning headache from sleeping on a flat sheet of rocks
Another day, another dollar
To people walking or driving by, I try to holla
Ignoring me, like a soldier standing across enemy lines
Standing on my feet all day brings constant pain to my spine
Never the type to beg, I’m forced to do what I can
Reaching through trash, I make money by recycling cans
Too tired_I can barely stand
I was a proud father and husband
Till shit hit the fan
My wife and kids got murdered
Then I got fired; now I no longer make any cents
Got kicked out of my apartment_this shit doesn’t make sense
Now I live in a house where I don’t have to pay any rent
A few dollars to my name, I buy my favorite 40 ounce drink
So I walk around the block
Until my self esteem begins to sink
Talking back and forth to my imaginary friend
Till I lose consciousness, thinking my life is at its end
I awake hoping something has changed
Immediately, I realize that my life is still the same
Sitting on the corner, homeless_
Till it’s my time to visit the cemetery
I’m all alone with nothing but me and my memories

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